“Possibly, but not probably,” declared Jack. “They are either tramps, who have been sleeping in the barn and think we own this place and have come to drive them out, or they are the auto thieves, and naturally would run.”
“I’m inclined to the tramp theory,” declared Paul. “They don’t look like knights of the roads, though.”
“I guess we won’t have much further sight of them,” commented Jack. “They’re almost at the woods, and going strong.”
The men, indeed, were distancing the boys, running fast with never a backward glance.
“Give ’em another hail!” cried Paul. “All together. Tell ’em we only want to ask the way from them. Now yell!”
The three lads united their voices in a loud shout, but it had no effect, and, a moment later, the two fleeing men plunged in among the trees.
“Shall we follow?” asked Paul, bringing his run down to a walk.
“Hardly worth while,” commented Jack. “We’d never find them in the woods.”
“Besides, we don’t want to leave the girls alone,” added Paul.
“They are evidently determined not to be left alone,” commented Jack with a smile. “There they come after us.”